Treasure Island

Theresa Haffner

(August 25,1945 / Plainwell, Michigan)

Waiting To Be Discovered


i am waiting to be discovered at this stage of my life at this point in time as a voice to stir the awakening of the hearts and minds of man to a rebirth of freedom

i am waiting to be discovered as a survivor of the sixties who will pick up the scepter of the beat generation and reassume the battle they once waged

i am waiting to be discovered after this many years as a poet who words will not be misunderstood

i am waiting to be discovered crying out to the people to be courageous, do not give up the battle, for the tide will soon be turning against those who tolerate injustice

i am waiting to be discovered as a living verification that dreams which don’t come true overnight can be achieved over time, and that dreams which seem impossible could never be achieved at all unless they are dared to be dreamed

i am waiting to be discovered on a page in a book on a shelf by a person as a voice of hope where no hope had existed before

i am waiting to be discovered as a new american patriot who will strike a blow against the hypocrisy of modern america that says one thing and means another

i am waiting to be discovered telling frightened white america to cut out their senseless yelling they have nothing to be afraid of

i am waiting to be discovered as one who can help a nation rediscover its identity and redefine its basic concept of freedom

i am waiting to be discovered as a force for good in a world that does not know good from evil

i am waiting to be discovered on a park bench seated next to you with a wild look in my eyes and pigeons at our feet with sheaves of paper in my hands gesturing wildly shouting “the rebirth of freedom”

i am waiting to be discovered as a voice which will reassert the basic principles of “love” and “peace” once held sacred by a generation to a nation that has trivialized them and a government that has stated that such principles lead to moral degeneration, street crime, and violence

i am waiting to be discovered as one whose life has been immersed in revolution, dedicated to building a new way of life, and pioneering the exploration of consciousness

i am waiting to be discovered as a voice of the present informed by the past and speaking for the future

i am waiting to be discovered as an artist who took a stand on the issues of her time before it was too late

i am waiting to be discovered as the homeless person with no shoes that exists inside all of us

i am waiting to be discovered as a poet whose poems were not about mowing the lawn, dishes in the sink, or the names of vegetables

i am waiting to be discovered as one person no better or worse than any other whose personal journey echoed that of as generation, embraced each direction with courage and responsibility, and still in not completed

i am waiting to be discovered as a poet who cried real tears over the state of the brothers and sisters of her generation

i am waiting to be discovered as a person who embraces the ideals of John F. Kennedy, Martin Luther King, and Anwar Sadat, yet knows that only by putting them into practice in our daily lives can they be realized completely

i am waiting to be discovered as one who is proud of the accomplishments of the last half century that have come so far, yet knows how much farther we have to go

i am waiting to be discovered

Submitted: Sunday, April 01, 2007
Edited: Friday, November 18, 2011

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